[Quasimoto]
Aiyyo we headed to a party to go see whats happening
Smoking the Lah in the car turn on some rappin'
Start to freestyle we be up on our way
Finish up the blunt
[Madlib] Somebody pa** me that spray
[Quasimoto]
Get on the freeway yo its after dark
And guess who always pull up right behind us (not again some narcs)
Letting all kinds of speeding cars pa**
Just so they can hara** our black a**es
The Police pulling us over for no reason
Searching the car, like it's n***a hunting season
Year round... asking about where's the pound..
Where's the gun, are y'all n***as on the run?
You got warrants?
Y'all n***as ready for some torment?
That's how they be cracking, it seems like they be actin'
Except it's real life, like they rushing up your residence
Searching your crib, they can't find no evidence
[Quasimoto]
The other day Mr. Buddha had this plan
To get grands off the man so our whole crew could expand
They all wanted me to drive the getaway car
I was like f** it, cause I ain't got no dough anyway
They straight planned it right in my garage
Thinkin' large
Then they gathered the entourage
My n***as straight hit the bank then broke the hell out
So much money you couldn't even get that smell out
I got laced with thirty G's
To keep it freeze
Plus a n***a ratted 5-0 far on a breeze
Police talking about where's the dead presidents
I said f** y'all, n***as ain't got no evidence